St. Jude found my daughter a bone marrow donor against all odds

My daughter Amara was diagnosed with leukemia at age twelve. She needed a bone marrow transplant, but finding a match for someone of mixed African and European heritage is extremely difficult. The doctors told us the odds were less than one in a million. I prayed to St. Jude, the patron of desperate cases. Every single day. The prayer group at our parish in Nairobi joined me. We prayed for six months while Amara underwent chemotherapy to buy time. Then the hospital called. They had found a perfect match. A 10 out of 10 match. The donor was a young woman in Germany who had registered on a whim after seeing a poster at her university. She had the exact same rare combination of markers as my daughter. The transplant was successful. Amara is now sixteen and in remission. She wants to be a doctor. The transplant coordinator told me that in her career, she had never seen a match come through so quickly for someone with Amara's genetic profile. I told her about St. Jude. She smiled and said, "Whatever works." But I know it was more than "whatever." It was someone specific, answering a specific prayer.